So you call yourself pro-Black, a proud Muslim sister and Afro-centric and all that shit, but you still lust for White Christian flesh? I find that kind of funny. Ah, the many contradictions of Black Muslim women who secretly crave White Christian cock. My name is David James Lincolnshire, and I'm a young Englishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I flunked out of Oxford University in London, England, and thought I'd give North America a try. I'm glad I did, because I'm having a lot of fun in Ottawa. I'm six-foot-one, lean and athletic, with blond hair, blue eyes and alabaster skin. I study business administration at Carleton University, and I am having a grand old time at Canada's capital university. I was brought up in the Catholic faith, the one everyone likes to rag on. I'm proud to be a British citizen, a Christian and a believer in western society. Those who don't like it can kiss my pasty White ass.
Right now, I'm sliding my eight inches of thick, uncircumcised White cock into the asshole of one Farah Ibrahim, a plump and somewhat matronly Somali chick I encountered at the social services office located near the Greyhound station in downtown Ottawa. I came in with a group of students from my sociology class so we could see how the other half lives, so to speak. I've always had a thing for mature Black women, I guess that's why I noticed Farah Ibrahim right away. I approached her and we talked for a bit. I got her number, and I ended up calling her that night. I've been into Somali women ever since my halcyon days in the region of Sussex, England, where I was born. Lots of immigrants from places like Somalia, Djibouti and Senegal have been moving into England lately. A lot of White British folk don't want them around because they're Muslim and all, but me, I could care less. If you don't bother me, I won't bother you. That's my policy on race, religion and pretty much everything else. I think it's an enlightened policy, don't you?
Anyhow, since you're reading this story on a site dedicated to erotic literature, you probably want to get to the fucking. Please bear with me, I'm just trying to whet your appetite. A good chase and all that. If you want to leave, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. That's more than okay by me. I called Farah Ibrahim that night, and we ended up talking for two hours. I learned quite a bit about her. She recently returned to the Confederation of Canada from a yearlong trip abroad, and she visited countries like Kenya, Somalia, Djibouti and Ethiopia. She scoffed as she told me how disappointed she was to see these nations changed, mainly because of the influence of White devils. I smiled at that. White devil, I like that term. Honestly, I found this plump, hijab-wearing Somali matron quite appealing, and I told her as much. She laughed, saying that she was flattered. I have never believed in bullshit when it comes to women, so I told Farah Ibrahim what the deal was. I thought she was fine as hell and I wanted to have some fun with her. Farah Ibrahim waited a long moment to answer, then asked me where I was staying. I smiled to myself and told her to get her big shapely ass to my single-occupant bedroom located at the dormitories near the Minto Center at Carleton University.
